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Monday, August 10
Oh, it's "The Shack" now? And "The Hut?" No, really, it's not the corporate equivalent of a mid-life crisis before your stockholders' very eyes. Nope, not at ALL. This is the thing I don't get about brand reform: First, you announce to the whole world you're going to get that ad copy facelift, then you actually implement it into every public pitch, then, by form of some collective, twisted and unconscious way, people respond. En masse! So, perhaps you're right, maybe I shouldn't be punching you in the upper arm; it's our fault. Well, not mine; certainly, I'm not a person who says (or even remotely thinks), "You know what? I like that name. 'The Shack.' FUCK IT, LET'S GO BUY SOME RCA CABLES NOW! I LIKE THAT NAME! IT REFLECTS MY GENERATION'S CUT-CORNERS ATTITUDE, DESTRUCTION OF ALL FORMALITY AND INABILITY TO COMMUNICATE IN MORE THAN 140 CHARACTERS!"
I thought a Norah Jones show would be the oddest place to smoke cannabis, but, alas, I've found a new winner.
Last Saturday night, a guy a couple rows down started to pack a bowl when pianist Lang Lang announced he would be playing Liebestraum by Liszt.
It's like pre-impressionism "Freebird."